je ne sais pas
Caitlin. 24. Occupation: figuring it out. Currently writing a novel. Owns a cat and three dogs.

By what right?

 Ho u s e   S t a r k

(insp. x/x)

Curses are only in songs and stories.

It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell. She found twigs and fallen branches beneath the snow and broke off the ends to make the trees for the godswood (…) Soon her gloves and her boots were crusty white, her hands were tingling, and her feet were soaked and cold, but she did not care. The castle was all that mattered.


They made her their queen, on the day she was born. They placed on her a crown, she wasn’t ready for. / He woke up one day, written out of the will. They swore he’d be okay, with lesser shoes to fill. - Birthright by Sleeping At Last

We’re all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.

“The hard cruel times,” her father said. “We tasted them on the Trident, child, and when Bran fell. You were born in the long summer, sweet one, you’ve never known anything else, but now the winter is truly coming. Remember the sigil of our House, Arya.”

“The direwolf,” she said, thinking of Nymeria. She hugged her knees against her chest, suddenly afraid.

“Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.


starks at their first day at the new school

rickon is mad because he’s not old enough to go with them